Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet
she bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree

In a filed by the river my love and I did stand
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snows-white hand
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs
But I was young and foolish, and now I am full of tears

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet
she bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree